Scream58Senior Contributor
When nature sends a sign.
I'm the kind of person who is always looking for signs. When I'm struggling, I look for a sign.
At the house my Aunt (and later me) owned there was a drain/creek down the side of the yard. Every year a pair of White Faced Herons came to hang out there in spring-summer. My Aunt loved them and looked forward to their return. I remember how sad she was when only one started coming each year. She died in Oct 2002 and on the day of her funeral a Heron flew into the cemetery. I took that as a sign she would be ok.
I call the Herons my Spirit Bird. They have a habit of appearing when I'm struggling.
There is a paddock behind my house and Herons sometimes come there to eat crickets.
There is one there today.
I always feel a bit better when I see them.